In the moment she is thoroughly absorbed in eyeing a fawn that is drinking from the silvery stream across the foreground. The poornima (full moon) rises from behind the hills in the distance, gradually putting out the stars from view and amply lighting up the reliably dark spot chosen by the subject. Perhaps she chooses to get away into the hills, in the privacy of her spot by the stream, because it is infinitely more comforting to be lonely and starved for affection when one is objectively alone.
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